Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Han Sen, do you want Han Xiu to come with us?"

After breakfast, Nietzsche took Han Xiu to the garden of the villa and spent a while alone with Han Xiu.

Afterwards, the housekeeper took over Han Xiu, and Nietzsche and Han Sen walked upstairs to the bedroom, changed into more formal dresses, and prepared to go to the city to attend the funeral.

Han Sen shook his head:

"Children should not go to these funerals, seeing the dead has a bad influence on him."

Nietzsche nodded, and after entering the room, he closed the door, put his arms around Han Sen's neck, smiled softly, looked up at Han Sen, and looked straight into Han Sen's eyes.

"What are you laughing at?"

Han Sen asked in a deep voice.

Nietzsche shook his head:

"nothing,"

Then reached out to tease Han Sen's bangs,

"I can't believe this is true. A few years ago, you looked like a big child. In the blink of an eye, we even have children. It seems that those things before are not real."

Han Sen pursed his lips and let Nietzsche reach out to touch his cheek, with no expression on his face.

Nietzsche reached out and touched Han Sen's body indiscriminately. Seeing that Han Sen didn't respond, he said angrily, "Don't give me a response? Don't you like me touching you?"

Han Sen smiled silently, raised his hand and patted Nietzsche's face,

"Uncle, change quickly, we are going to attend Ms. Jiang Lingyue's funeral today."

Nietzsche's mind flashed back to the time when he participated in the intoxicated wedding, the old woman who was holding Han Sen's palm all the time, with flamboyant dress and conversation.

At least Han Sen only said to take him to the funeral, but he didn't say who's funeral he was attending. Naturally, Nietzsche didn't know that it was Jiang Lingyue's funeral. He didn't think of it until Han Sen mentioned it now.

Nietzsche said with some displeasure:

"Oh, I remembered, it's that old and disrespectful woman, isn't it?"

Han Sen didn't speak. He was very clear about Nietzsche's character. Generally speaking, since he knew Nietzsche for so long, Nietzsche really didn't like anyone, or thought anyone was good, especially, Nietzsche would hate anyone who was close to Han Sen, no matter if it was a man or a woman.

Even if this person died, Nietzsche would not reduce his aversion to that person because of the demise of this person's body.

However, Han Sen didn't care. Nietzsche's personality was abnormal, and he couldn't change his stubbornness. This was not a matter of a day or two.

Jiang Lingyue's personality is more extroverted, but what Nietzsche hates is the kind of extroverted people, especially the extroverted type who likes to stick to Han Sen.

Let's give an example, for example, Feng Bai back then, Nietzsche wanted to find an opportunity to kill Feng Bai more than once, Feng Bai can survive until now, he is really lucky, he should really thank him for throwing himself into his arms Han Sen refused decisively and seriously when sending him a hug.

Seeing that Han Sen didn't speak, Nietzsche pinched Han Sen's chin violently, and said with a fierce expression, "Han Sen, talk."

Han Sen stared at Nietzsche for a long time before he said this sentence slowly:

"What does it mean to be old and disrespectful, you are the typical one, aren't you?"

Nietzsche was speechless for a moment, with a cold expression on his face. He waved his hand suddenly to slap Han Sen, but his palm stopped next to Han Sen's cheek, and suddenly he opened his arms around Han Sen's neck. Nietzsche kissed Han Sen's lips fiercely, kissed for a long time before letting go, looked at Han Sen and said, "Good boy, don't say such things in the future, it hurts my heart, it was my fault before, in the future I will All good to you."

Han Sen looked directly at Nietzsche's face, his dark and deep eyes couldn't see any expression, and it took him a long time before he said, "There is also Han Xiu."

Nietzsche suddenly laughed, holding Han Sen's face in his palm, and nodded vigorously: "Of course, it will be good for our son."

But still best for you.

After speaking, Nietzsche took out the black formal suit from the closet and put it on the bed, took off Han Sen's cardigan, helped Han Sen fasten his tie, then put the suit on for Han Sen, and buttoned the single-breasted button. Buckle up.

"Well, not bad."

Nietzsche stood a little further away, looked up and down Han Sen's whole body, and nodded with satisfaction.

Nietzsche has met many people, but the most handsome man in a suit he has ever seen is Han Sen.

Han Sen's demeanor is calm and introverted, unobtrusive, low-key and showy, with broad shoulders and a quiet and peaceful face, he will look very impressive in formal clothes.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Nietzsche helped Han Sen tie the tie.

Han Sen didn't know how to wear a tie before, but Nietzsche taught him that.

Han Sen shook his head,

"No."

After putting on the clothes, Han Sen stood in front of the long full-length mirror and took a picture. Feeling good, he took out Nietzsche's black suit from the closet and pretended to dress Nietzsche.

Nietzsche waved:

"I'm not going to wear a suit, I'll wear a jacket, it's more comfortable."

Nietzsche liked to wear casual clothes rather than formal clothes.

Han Sen frowned in displeasure:

"Lutheran, men must wear formal clothes to attend a funeral. Otherwise, it is impolite and inappropriate."

Nietzsche brushed his hair in front of the mirror:

"I don't look good in formal clothes. It's better not to wear formal clothes. Han Sen, you are too old-fashioned. What age is this?"

Now there is indeed no such rigid rule that one must wear formal attire to attend a funeral.

Han Sen has a flaw, that is, he is very flexible when doing things, but he is very traditional and rigid when it comes to life and personal issues, and he feels a bit stubborn, and often does not know how to be flexible.

"Lutheran, you are a man."

Han Sen emphasized that when Nietzsche doesn't want to do something, it is difficult for anyone to change his mind.

Nietzsche suddenly pulled his lips and smiled, then turned to look at Han Sen:

"Then don't think of me as a man. Anyway, to you, my role is similar to that of a woman."

Nietzsche took a step closer to Han Sen, and his lips almost touched Han Sen's lips:

"It's all for fucking."

Han Sen blinked, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and finally nodded,

"up to you."

Nietzsche smiled and kissed Han Sen's lips,

"Trust me, I'll do well, husband."

"I'm going to say goodbye to Han Xiu, and then we'll set off."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche turned and walked out of the bedroom. He planned to visit Han Xiu in the garden before setting off.

Han Sen stood in the bedroom, holding Nietzsche's suit in his hand, just silently looking at Nietzsche's back.

How can I trust you.

How can I make myself trust you.

At the funeral of Ms. Jiang Lingyue, Nietzsche performed very well as he promised before, sitting straight beside Han Sen. When Han Sen was talking with the guests, he sat in his seat and drank silently. Or eat something.

If the two of them need to do something together, he will stand by Han Sen's side for whatever Han Sen does.

Han Sen affirmed his performance. Overall, the two had a relatively peaceful funeral.

"Han Sen, this time I feel deeply. I feel surprisingly sad."

After the funeral process is over, the rest is free time for the guests to chat.

With a cigarette in his hand, Shen Zui stood with Han Sen in the corridor on the second floor of the house.

The two stood side by side, Han Sen put his hands in his pockets, and looked towards the hall downstairs with Shen Zui, where the bustling crowd gathered.

Han Sen nodded and didn't speak.

Downstairs Nietzsche was sitting alone in his seat, his face was silent and expressionless.

At the beginning of the funeral, only Han Sen and Nietzsche sat on the biggest table. Now that Han Sen is gone, Nietzsche is sitting there alone, with several bodyguards standing behind him.

Shen Zui went on to say:

"When I was young, my parents were very busy, busy with work, business, and socializing everywhere. My grandma always took me to grow up. At that time, I was young, and I always felt that she should be so good to me. , I don't know how to cherish anything.

Every time she called, she felt annoying, as if she was a burden on her heart.And talk back to her every time she is nagging. "

"I used to think that I was very powerful and didn't care about anything. Then I realized that once the person you get used to leaves, how much pain will be in your heart."

Shen Zui rested his arms on the railing, held two cigarettes between his fingers, looked at the crowd aimlessly, and smiled wryly, "Hmph, death is like a lamp going out. When a person dies, there is nothing left. , you hate her, or love her, what's the use? That person can't understand it anymore anyway. "

Shen Zui turned his head and reached out to pat Han Sen on the shoulder:

"Brother, no matter what happens, you, Abai, I can no longer accept anyone leaving suddenly."

Han Sen patted Shen Zui's palm on his shoulder backhand, and said in a deep voice:

"Do not worry."

Shen Zui looked at Han Sen, then looked downstairs, and saw Nietzsche sitting downstairs, drinking with a glass in his hand.

Shen Zui let out a long sigh,

"Han Sen, I'll take you down, Mr. Nietzsche will probably get impatient soon."

Han Sen also glanced at Nietzsche. The man didn't look impatient at all. In fact, since Han Xiu was in the family, Nietzsche's temper and patience have improved a lot, and he is not as impatient as before.

Perhaps with children, the temperaments of those parents who make Han Sen feel impetuous will change somewhat, Han Sen sometimes thinks so.

Han Sen still nodded,

"Okay, I'll trouble you then."

Shen Zui nodded, reached out and patted Han Sen on the shoulder, and the two walked downstairs side by side.

"Through this incident, I also understand that sometimes we can't keep chasing the things in front of us, and we still need to communicate with people around us, otherwise the time will pass in a hurry, and looking back, we may not even have the opportunity to communicate. At that time, no matter how much you regret it, it will be too late.”

Shen Zui accompanied Han Sen to the downstairs, standing at the bottom of the spiral staircase, Shen Zui and Han Sen shook hands tightly, and then hugged each other.

"I'm going back first, and you can find me if you need it."

Han Sen patted Shen Zui's shoulder backhand, then Han Sen let Shen Zui go, turned and walked towards Nietzsche.

"Han Sen, are you done?"

Seeing Han Sen walking towards him, Nietzsche quickly put down the wine glass in his hand and looked straight at Han Sen.

Han Sen nodded expressionlessly, sat down beside Nietzsche, looked at the plate in front of Nietzsche, what Han Sen looked like when he left before, and what it looks like now.

Seeing the plate in front of Nietzsche, Han Sen frowned silently. Probably after he left, Nietzsche probably didn't eat anything at all. He could still eat something while chatting with Han Sen.

Han Sen picked up the fork in front of Nietzsche, pulled the plate towards him, forked a small piece of steak, brought it to Nietzsche, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle, open your mouth."

Nietzsche nodded, opened his mouth, put the steak in his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it.

Han Sen reached out and brushed Nietzsche's hair scattered on his cheeks, and looked straight at Nietzsche, "Are you full, do you want some more?"

Nietzsche waved,

"Actually, I've been full for a long time, and now I'm not hungry at all."

Han Sen nodded, put down the fork in his hand, took the napkin at hand and wiped Nietzsche's mouth, "I'll take it out for a walk to see the scenery."

Nietzsche smiled silently:

"I have lived in Italy since I was a child. I have seen the scenery in downtown Rome, and I can still recall it with my eyes closed. What is there to see?"

Han Sen turned his head to look at Nietzsche, stared straight for a long time, and then said slowly: "Who were you looking at the scenery with at that time, uncle, now I, Han Sen, are by your side, not someone else, and the scenery is also It won't be the same."

Shen Zui was in the crowd, watching Han Sen sitting at the dining table and chatting with Nietzsche in a low voice for a while, then got up to help Nietzsche hold the coat, leaned over and opened the seat, and silently held Nietzsche's palm to stand up.

When Han Sen walked to the door, he said something to Nietzsche. Nietzsche suddenly laughed and kissed Han Sen on the cheek.

Han Sen always lowered his eyes, and even lowered his head slightly considerately, allowing Nietzsche to kiss his cheek. As long as you observe carefully, you will find that Han Sen's ironing on the details is heartbreaking.

Shen Zui stared blankly at Nietzsche. He had never seen this man smile like this. This was the first time Shen Zui felt that Nietzsche was not an inaccessible phantom, but a real person, at least when he was by Han Sen's side. , so real.

Han Sen gave him a sense of life, a real sense of flesh and blood.

Before this, Shen Zui had never felt like this.

But when he was alone, that sense of reality would quickly fade away. Nietzsche was no longer the Nietzsche next to Han Sen, but the heir of the Lutheran family, the pride of the Lutheran family, Nietzsche Lutheran.

Han Sen may also be very happy.

Shen Zui silently thought that Han Sen is not a person who likes to express emotions, but Shen Zui more or less feels that Han Sen doesn't seem to be as closed as he was two years ago.

But what does Han Sen feel like? Is he willing to be with this cruel elder?

After all, that man had left scars on his heart and body.

This point, Shen Zui is completely unknown.

However, no matter who Han Sen lived with, Shen Zui felt that Han Sen would be an excellent husband.

There is no doubt about this. As long as it is something that must be done, Han Sen will be more tenacious than anyone else, and he will do better than everyone else.

Whether he is willing or not, he will spare no effort to do well.

"So, where do we go now?"

When Han Sen and Nietzsche walked outside the door, Nietzsche turned to look at Han Sen.

When he came out of Shenzui's house, the sky outside was already close to dusk, and the faint afterglow of the setting sun cast a layer of light golden light on Han Sen's cheeks. Nietzsche couldn't help but look at Han Sen's face illuminated by the time. The latter has a thick and beautiful face.

"A large artificial lake has been newly built in the urban area. I'll take you to watch the night view. It's very beautiful."

Han Sen smiled slightly at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche gave a low acknowledgment, the driver came over and opened the car door, and the two sat in.

Just as Han Sen's three cars drove out of the gate of Shen Zui's house, a black car on the street corner also drove out. There were two men sitting in the car, with two large-caliber guns on hand.

The driver drove all the way to the artificial lake.

In fact, the artificial lake is still some distance away from the urban area. In addition, it is the time for office workers to get off work, and there is a lot of traffic on the road, so the car was blocked on the road, and it was delayed for a long time. , "Is it cold?"

Han Sen turned around and looked at Nietzsche. Nietzsche was wearing a low-necked black sweater. His red hair was tied into a low ponytail behind his head. When he said nothing, his expression was very cold. Even the ponytail didn't make him any cuter, but it made his pretty face stand out more.

Nietzsche shook his head, probably because he was a little uncomfortable after driving for a long time, and said with a displeased expression: "It's stuffy in the car, how can it be cold, but I really don't know what the government uses the money for, can't it be that way?" How about a fraction of the fiscal revenue for urban road construction?"

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's indignant expression, smiled in a low voice, then raised an arm, put it behind Nietzsche's neck, motioned Nietzsche to rest on his arm, and said to the driver: "Put the window down." Come down a little and let Mr Nietzsche breathe."

The driver looked at Han Sen from the rearview mirror and saw Han Sen's serious expression, so he nodded respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Han."

The driver slowly put the rear window of the car in a more reasonable place, Han Sen put a little force on his arms, hugged Nietzsche in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle, you can take a rest in my arms now, We'll be there in a minute, see if you can."

Nietzsche snorted lowly, nodded, leaned his head on Han Sen's shoulder tiredly, and pressed his cheek against Han Sen's neck. He felt that the smell in Han Sen's neck was very pleasant. Nietzsche Satisfied, he closed his eyes and rested.

Han Sen slightly checked his head, looked in the rearview mirror, saw a black car following behind him, narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was expressionless.